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Well you persuaded me…I should have been doing my English prep but I didn't. I wrote this, because I'm so nice lol! I hope you enjoy it and thanks to whoever it was you asked me to make the 'perfect couple alright in the daytime' took me a while but I just had to! Once I'd decided to I couldn't concentrate on anything else!

Please review.

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Daylight Kisses

Kirsten woke tangled in Sandy's arms again, his body curled round hers, one arm thrown protectively over her, hand clasped with her own.

She didn't move, didn't dare breathe in case he woke and immediately rolled away, embarrassed by their close proximity, a closeness once necessary and now so strange. She missed this.

Missed this kind of connection, being together, peaceful, perfect.

Why were they only like this when one of them was asleep? She wondered sadly, her heart aching as she felt Sandy's beating against her back.

It shouldn't be like this.

Neither of them had mentioned the fact they woke up in completely different positions to the ones they forced themselves to sleep in. It took both of them hours to fall asleep on their respective sides of the bed. It was unnatural to be so far apart, the centre of the bed empty.

Nature, or perhaps simply routine, brought them together obliviously in the darkness. In the morning Kirsten would feel Sandy extricate himself from her grasp when he got up to go surfing and pretend to be still asleep. He didn't need to know she lay awake for hours beforehand, revelling in the touch she missed throughout the day.

She didn't know he was awake making his breathing deep and regular so he appeared to be still sleeping.

He didn't know she was awake as he lay there dreading having to release her hand.

Kirsten stared at their linked hands.

Sandy stared at the back of his wife's head.

God she missed this.

God he missed her.

Missed holding her close, giving her gentle morning kisses, receiving more passionate evening ones. And yes, admittedly he missed the sex.

But that wasn't important, even though Kirsten was so damn hot when she was angry, what mattered was the fact he'd hurt the most beautiful woman on the earth. He didn't deserve her.

She missed the husband that greeted her in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and kiss despite having left their bedroom in a flurry of kisses only minutes before.

She longed for the impromptu phone calls just to say 'I love you'.

And no, it wasn't just these things she pined for. She craved his touch.

What happened now? Kirsten wondered. Where did they go from here?

Were they going to get past this? Sandy worried. Why had they let things get this far?

This wasn't it.

Was it?

Warm tears inched their way down Kirsten's face, hanging precariously before falling heavily onto the hands tangled by her cheek.

Sandy felt a few of these splashes before they registered in his head.
She was crying.

She was awake.

'Kirsten?'

He was awake.

The voice was quiet, anxious, gravelly with emotion. She couldn't reply, more tears choking her throat.
She sniffed and Sandy eased her towards him. The next moment she had rolled over and buried her head in his chest, her muffled sobs making her body shake.

'I'm sorry, oh honey I'm sorry. So, so sorry baby, please don't cry. I'm sorry.'

She looked up at him, breathless and tearful, 'I can't do this,' she moaned.

He froze, the bloody pounding in his head. She couldn't do this, do what? She couldn't mean…

Sandy opened his mouth to protest, he didn't know what to say but he had to change her mind.

'I can't fight with you, I need you too much.'

The relief was tangible. It made him feel sick. He'd die rather than lose her.

'I need you too, so much.' He mumbled into her hair, pressing her against him possessively.

Kirsten could hardly breathe but she didn't care, she needed this, needed to feel his strong arms wrapped crushingly around her.

'I have to know what happened,' she told him

'Nothing happened,' he insisted again.

He felt her stiffen. 'You didn't sleep with her?'

'What? Kirsten…' he was lost for words, she couldn't really think that could she? 'I… No! I wouldn't ever…I couldn't. No, no way. I would never do that to you. I love you. You think I would…Kirsten, do you not trust me?'

It was her turn to apologise.

'I do, I'm sorry, it was stupid of me. I just, I'm paranoid…she was your fiancée; you were going to marry her, before you met me…'

'Exactly, before I met you. And I love you.'

'So nothing…'

'We kissed goodbye. That's all, just a kiss.'

'When Jimmy kissed me it wasn't 'just a kiss' to you.'

Sandy sighed. 'She was leaving and we kissed, one kiss, closure.'

'She didn't leave though, not then. If she had you wouldn't have stayed out all night. I waited for you on Valentine's Day, alone, and then I had to sleep alone days later. Because of her.'

'All I wanted was to get home, to you,' he told her urgently, 'I never meant…I'm sorry I hurt you, really, I am.'

She scanned his face, scrutinising the earnest blue-green eyes she could so easily drown in. 'I'm know, I'm sorry I didn't trust you' she said again.

'Don't apologise,' he said, 'you're not the one who has anything to be sorry for.'

'I love you,' she said, smiling as he kissed her.

'I'…kiss…'love'…kiss…'you'…kiss…'more'…kiss.

They were touching, smiling, kissing.

Strangers didn't kiss.

These weren't the air-kisses of acquaintances, quick kisses of friends, false kisses of quarrelling couples.

Deep, frenzied, passionate I-love-you kisses.
Daylight kisses.